It's only a quick flash of pain, he tries to hide the bite to the inside of his lip, but then his other arm just goes limp, as he stares hard at the back of his left wrist. Blood wells up, just a trickle, only the tiniest wound, but the minor ones are supposed to heal the quickest. The more Jack stares, it's as if he's trying to will the wound closed by force of determination.
And yet the cut remains.
Jack huffs out a breath, looks at the ceiling, and lets his arm drop. This isn't good. This is really really not good. He numbly puts the arrow back into the quiver, and staggers back to the chair to slump back down. He puts his arm on the table, so Yeul can see what he's done.
"This isn't supposed to happen." The words come out shaky, and Jack can't quite figure out how to follow them up, just yet. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. He can be hurt. He can die here. Fixed point in time? Wrong time.
Re: B-03
And yet the cut remains.
Jack huffs out a breath, looks at the ceiling, and lets his arm drop. This isn't good. This is really really not good. He numbly puts the arrow back into the quiver, and staggers back to the chair to slump back down. He puts his arm on the table, so Yeul can see what he's done.
"This isn't supposed to happen." The words come out shaky, and Jack can't quite figure out how to follow them up, just yet. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. He can be hurt. He can die here. Fixed point in time? Wrong time.